Thalassa kept soothing herself that it was time to move on.

Staring into the mirror, she took in her pale reflection and her wretched face streaked with tears as a self-deprecating smile twisted her lips.

"Thalassa, it's been three years. Why are you still such a wreck? Why can't you live freely for yourself just like everyone else?" She said to herself. Yeah, living freely, not caring about anyone who didn't matter.

From now on, the only people who matter in her life would be her four kids and her aunt.

With some effort, Thalassa managed to adjust her emotions, wiping her face dry with a tissue before turning to leave the bathroom.

As she stepped out, she accidentally bumped into a wheelchair, losing her balance and instinctively lunging forward.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, trying to steady herself, only to lock eyes with Lysander's distinct, breathtakingly handsome face.

she struggled to keep

panic only made things

the wheelchair and right into Lysander's arms. Her chest happened to crash right against his solid chest, her face against his, their noses bumping. Before she could even

events was both

that familiar, intoxicating masculine scent that enveloped her, making her heart race so fiercely. Her eyes widened as she was staring at Lysander's face, so close

she was in his arms and her lips still pressed against his, she scrambled to get up, pushing

manner, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and

NOW PLAY YOUR

FAVOURITE GAMES ON

raced and she was in such a frenzy. Lysander's chiseled face was inches from

run? Life's not that easy, is it?" Lysander's voice, low and chilly, echoed

sensitive ear made her shiver as she quickly explained, "No, I really

saying I'm so short you couldn't see me?" Lysander's

hastily,

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